The two of them worked—or rather, it was only Wu Yuxuan who worked, while Chen Lin remained wholly occupied with her newfound hobby.
His table, once neatly arranged with his and Chen Lin's laptops, stacks of documents, and her personal notes, was now overrun by countless origami cranes.
Wu Yuxuan stilled, his fingers pausing over his keyboard as he took in the sight before him. His lips twitched.
The once-organized space was now a miniature paper sanctuary.
His gaze flickered toward Chen Lin.
She was propped up against the hospital bed, which had been adjusted to a 45-degree angle.
Her hands moved deftly, folding each paper with a level of seriousness that made it seem like she was crafting the blueprint for a life-changing invention.
The blanket pooled around her waist, her hair still slightly disheveled from sleep, but her expression was focused.
